It's anyone's guess as to where we're gonna sleep tonight
I'd always hoped for a five star hotel
But crossing my fingers has put my whole arm to bed
When it awakes we'll be safely in jail
I can still taste the smell of Mom's cooking
After a week of rotting outside
This wooden clothespin left scars on my nostrils
I can't take a breath without the fresh scent of pine

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Lyric CorrectionIt's anyone's guess as to where we're gonna sleep tonight
I'd always hoped for a five star hotel
But crossing my fingers has put my whole arm to bed
When it awakes we'll be safely in jail
I can still taste the smell of Mom's cooking
After a week of rotting outside
Wooden clothespin, the scars on my nostrils
I can't take a breath without the fresh scent of pine